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    ミTAGS && the skies bleed purple, showers of snow coming in the form of a soft sprinkle and chilly winds nipping her cheeks red. the caracal wades down the bridge that connects their territory to one another and as she absently flicks the frost off her ginger paws she finds her mind weighted with the changes over the last few days. it all seems very surreal to huntress, truly it does. she's not complaining about being back in a position of power, quite the opposite in fact, it's just.. how that power was acquired that bugs her the most. even though she gave the man a tough time, she never expected lucien to up and leave, really. or at the very least, she thought he'd get the clan back on its feet after it's quick lapse into inactivity but no, the man just gave up. the majority of chicagocrimes' mindset fumes with rage at his abandonment and hopes he never comes around again whilst a smaller part, more insignificant part, finds uneasy longing welling up in her throat. a soft prayer wishing for his return picking at her scarred lips, even. though they never got of on the right foot and failed to ever see eye to eye, there was something about lucien she could respect. she herself isn't sure what that something might be, ultimately unfamiliar with the emotion he's left imprinted on her, but she knows it's there. now she has the sanctuary on her shoulders once again although, not completely alone. a woman, reyna, ultimately a stranger in her lilac eyes and tumbling thoughts, stands beside her and like with lucien's absence, chica finds herself wondering what this latest development might bring to the sanctuary, too. the mistress plops onto the eastern side's bank, long legs carrying her onto a commonly treaded path if the lack of snow there says anything.

    Seventh_Spirit   -[Reyna]-

    -- Reyna --

    The forest was never silent. Sometimes it got very close to basking in complete and utter lack of sound, but never quite made it. The sound of the trees rustling. Branches cracking and groaning. Spirits letting out wails in the distance. It was something that you could block out after living in such cursed grounds after enough time, though today Reyna was thankful things weren't completely motionless. She had taken a place upon the bank of a river which ran as a natural border to their territory, the open air whipping its cold tendrils around her. She was thankful for this. Without it her thoughts would soon fill that gap, and at the moment focusing on something, anything other than the pictures in her mind was a welcome break.


    A lot had happened. Lucien had left, and now she and one other took the mantle of leadership upon themselves. A position that Reyna had actively tried to avoid, but now here she was. The creature was far too enveloped in the past, staring at faces long gone that only she could see. That was simply her nature though. Far too much time had gone by to reshape herself into a different person. It was only when the sound of paws against the frost coated ground did eyes of burning ember open. Steadily moving down the beaten path on the other side of the bank was her equal. Reyna had chosen the side which led into the Lonerlands for good reason, but now it almost seemed rather funny to her really. This suited the situation rather well. "You're a fair distance from the camp" Her grim voice shattered the fragile air around them. There was a long pause before the wolf spoke again, though as she did the cloaked figure turned to face Chica fully. "How strange. Meeting you here of all places"

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --